Read These Nikes Lyrics - Geto Boys

(oh my goodness!) 

(hit it) 

[ verse 1: willie d ] 

Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict 

Somebody finna get they ass kicked 

If you ain't down with the geto boys 

Get your happy ass outta dodge 

The rumors you heard ain't slander 

Willie d don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander 

So when you see me clutch my fist 

Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch 

I'm inclined to physically whip your ass 

But if you wanna blast 

Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach 

And you gon' have a damn funeral next week 

>from the hardest to the softest 

For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office 

See, my appearance is so damn fly 

It makes em say, "hm - he's a nice guy" 

So a nigga try to play me like a hoe 

Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no 

I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin 

He bet no fall, or i'ma make his ass read these nikes 

(oh my goodness!) 

[ verse 2: willie d ] 

You read these nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk 

Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped 

(I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely) 

So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin 

Bushwick, can I get a witness? 

(fuck yeah, nightquil that sickness!) 

Yeah, and when I form this gesture 

Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya 

Better yell for a paramedic 

Or somethin that nature, cause i'ma try to break ya 

Ass into muthafuckin particles 

Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article 

To hell with emotions 

I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion 

Remorse - what the fuck is that? 

I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack 

Gettin mild, I don't play that shit 

Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch 

Nigga get beat, oh mama 

But if she fucks with me 

Her ass is gonna read these nikes 

[ bushwick bill ] 

Yo d, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka 

And left your trademark upside his head 

[ will ] 

Yeah man, that was one of my ? ? ? nikes 

I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo 

[ verse 3: willie d ] 

I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick 

Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked 

But if your buddies wanna get in my mix 

Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch 

It ain't nothin but a mere formality 

Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty 

I kick ass, you won't ever diss 

Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint 

>from muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid 

Now do you wanna make a bid? 

I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo 

Ass screamin just like a damn hoe 

When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth 

And show you what a real nigga's all about 

When I dispose of your ass like waste 

And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face 

You're readin these nikes 

Look at you now, muthafucka! 

(oh shit!) 

Look at... 

(oh! aw, hold up, man 

Hold up, shit, aw, come on... 

Alright, man, alright, I quit, man 

I quit, alright - aw shit) 

...fuck with me! 

(oh man) 

(hit it) 

[ verse 4: willie d ] 

Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer 

I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer 

This bitch was holy, severely cut 

So I'm rappin to her, right? to see if she'll fuck 

I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly 

That type of shit don't matter to me 

Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door 

Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore 

I let the fool file with a diss or two 

But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue 

So I pulled out the 9mm 

And bust his ass in the head, you could see the 

Blood gushin out his goddamn skull 

He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged 

I was charged with aggravated assault 

But before I got off his ass 

...i made him read these nikes 

(oh my goodness!)